FourtyTwo

Ghosts of Badakhshan - An MGSV Inspired Mercenary RP

@PerfectThought

Count me in. Shame this isn't getting more interest but I love this sort of flavour of RP, and wonder what your take will be on it.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

@Jamesyco

Got a spot saved if you do want in on a reboot!

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Someday I might throw this back up- the idea/'verse is always spinning so who knows, at the moment life is really busy but I'd love to!

PM me your character idea if you would like- happy to see what you might have in mind as it could come back!

The Conflict

Sean moved as swiftly as Hayden did, clattering into the man he stumbled past, while he took out the girl. His method wasn't as relentless, but quick, and just brutal. He had been taught the basics of hand to hand, and particularly, when armed with a weapon like a machete, how to use it efficiently. There wasn't much aside from a single swing to the neck that did it, as Sean pushed into the man, pulling back and feeling the blood begin to pour and the guy rasp, throwing his ever-lifeless arms into Sean, grasping away and dropping down against the dirty wall.

In the interim, Beth had followed onto the next man, and brought her own knife into place, aiming for his neck, yet finding he was a little taller than expected, and she hadn't pulled it off as cleanly. With a slash she caught his side, but he turned, raising his rifle as she brought pressure in on it and pulled downward, using his momentum to bring them both down and time for her to reposition, feeling him throw a punch straight into her that hit like a train. It had been a while she had done this, and he was about to yell, well, not before she stabbed him straight through the top of his thorax on the turn, hand against jaw, pushing hard upwards as he felt him go limp, the heartbeat of arhythmic pumping enough to let her know he was gone. It was a sticky one, quite literally, as she looked across at all four, a little in awe.
"Christ." She didn't really have many words to add, as Sean looted his man down, pulling a suitable Bakelite mag off the skinny he had gotten, and checking the round, noticing it was 5.45- spot on for the Russian in the team.

"Yekatarina, one more mag for you, heads up." Sean called out, sliding it across the floor so as to avoid noise, as Beth cast the crappy and rust-strewn AKM the man she'd killed aside, standing up and adjusting her hat, slinging her FNC back into hand.

"We all good?" Beth asked, looking across at Hayden, a little dismayed by the state of what had happened. He was an animal, and what he had done was nothing short of savage. If she didn't know better, he definitely didn't enjoy this, he just didn't have any control. Sean did seem to be moving on better than everyone here though, and she wasn't sure if that was worse, or better.

"Not bad. Let's just get moving." Sean added, spitting out past the dead man and over the two other bodies, getting an eye on the others, aware that while it was never an ideal situation, they had to make the most of it.

The alleyways and corridors snaked on, and within time, they were getting closer, close enough that Sean could start recognising where they'd been dragged into. Past the markets, there it was, the fences and walls of the compound Melani was holed up in. Crouching down behind a balcony wall, he looked back across to the Canuck, taking it in.

"Alright Hayden, your play here. We'll need to clamber it, looks like there's a few points but it's a risk. So get inside, pop the bitch, get out. Looting might be half an idea, but I don't want to stay in that shitshow any longer than needed." Sean said, looking down on the setup down below- the edge of the market and the beginning of the compound. Once they were in, they were in for a fight- and against what, they'd just have to fight through. It couldn't have been more than a couple dozen, and even then, they likely weren't well trained if they were non-SAMC. If they were however, then the odds were going to be tough. Still, shit or bust it was today, and they were gonna give it all they had.

The Conflict

Apologies for the delay- a reply should be in tomorrow or so!

Burning Rubber Three (Bee and kingkonrad)

The car rattled through the corners, and the racing that followed, for the absolute rookie, was inevitably a bit of clear air. Occasional blue flag, with Hamilton, Verstappen and even Bottas passing by. Yet in their own race, they were holding their own. Valkyrie really was onto something here- and they knew this could change all of a sudden, a few retirements and they would be bumped. Kasumi was in front though, and that to Hugo was only a temptation- and with a slight turn up of engine mode, Hugo was keeping up, and through the DRS

The chequered flag was coming- and it all felt a little anti-climactic. Apart from their little race that was, and Hugo knew no matter what, he could not make contact with her. But she'd know the same too...and he was up on delta. It would be a matter of time before he was in a position to overtake, the green and white liveried F1 car roaring through the last corner and back onto the start/finish straight again.

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Part Five: The Underground

Los Angeles, California

OST:
Heat Waves- Glass Animals

Post Meet, Two Days Later

Sitting on the beanbag in the AirBnB felt a little deflating to Max, the feeling of sitting around and doing nothing not really appealing to him much.

The rush of unpacking the R33, going straight to a meet and straight into a serious street race had given him a surge of energy, a rush that he couldn't compare to back home. But reality had hit home. You had to make your bank to keep afloat, and out here, he hoped he'd find some work in the scene. Magnus had talked about it, but he'd been far too busy to pick up his phone, probably dealing with a heap of other shit right now. It pissed Max off, he was hardly patient for it, but then again, that was life.

The problem with high heat races of course was that even without a plate, a bright white R33 was gonna show up on the streets like a magnet. It was far too hot, so for right now, he'd been chilling, getting his shit together, and figuring out other options. He was on a temporary visa after all, an ESTA, and the car was totally not legit if he was pulled over properly beyond his fake plates for it, a right hand drive import after all. A weapon, but taking it outside LA was gonna be a risk, though if all went well, he'd sort himself out something local.

Finding work wasn't legit either, but hell, there was always work moving stuff, being a getaway driver, doing the grime, and back home had problems. Shit he didn't want to think about, the world of drugs and county lines too messy to be involved in, and greedy fuckers getting a mark on his back. Something he didn't need to show. To be honest, it wasn't a problem now he was here. His YouTube of the race was popping, and while he hated exposing the scene he loved, it sure fucking got views. It got cred, and in time, it'd pay off. Work would come through, it just had to, right?

So there was one thing left that came to mind. Perhaps a random call as he scrolled through socials, feeling a bit more like he could muster up the courage to do it. Behind the wheel he might have been fearless, and in the streets too, but he was a bit introverted. At home with his wrenches and tools and kit. Maybe even with a piece, but shit, people were fucking complicated and couldn't be fixed with an 8mm spanner. Kait seemed cool, and right now, outside of Magnus and a couple of other guys he was waiting for some word on, was the only other person he knew in LA. Flicking his WhatsApp, he hit the record, not being able to type the words.

"Hey Kait, uhhh....I thought I'd drop you a line, see how you were doing. Look, I feel bad about the other night, not saying goodbye properly. Thought if you're up for it, fancy grabbing a coffee in Hollywood? I think this place I just pinged you seems decent...may keep off my car for now after you know what. Up to you totally, just trying to figure this town out....uhh yeah, cheers." Max tried to remain as smooth as possible, yet inside knew he wouldn't be. With a sigh, he leaned back in the beanbag, staring up at the ceiling fan on the mid-day lunch, exhaling a long hard breath.

The Conflict

Sorry for the delay my end- been a bit creatively buzzed lately!

The Conflict

"Done, that works for me." Beth replied, before Sean could even get a word in, the Welshwoman clutching her FNC in hand and nodding to the Irishman, aware that while he'd be frustrated with that, it did make sense. Taking down the guys on the roof risked a bigger fight, and while Bethan liked the idea of taking them out fast, avoiding would be the best route if they could take it. Got them closer, but made it harder on the way out.

"We'll need to work with what we can prune when the opportunity arises. We've got nowt in the way of quiet weaponry, so moment we open up, we are fucked. We deal with whatever happens from that point forward." Sean put bluntly, Beth shrugging.
"Better that crucifying bitch is dead though if we get there though, eh?" She nonchalantly commented, and with that, Sean was on point, the team clambering out from cover out into a building at the side.

Sean kept his P226 in hand, FAL on back for the time being, in a point shooting stance. He had aggression and timing on his side, that at least would come to something. He's never had to kill anyone in close quarters in the army, well, outside so far, that had happened a few times. So he was ready for everything, his machete in close reach and accessible if he needed it. He reasoned he was tall enough to at least rugby tackle one of them worst came to it, and the fact that four in a room with specialist training would be able to batter someone. And so far, so quiet, the small complex. Up a set of stairs, and they were going through an alley of what seemed like some sort of flats, enclosed on all sides, and out of sight. There was nobody here, anyone sane had run because they knew what turf this was.

It grew inside of Beth that there was probably good reason- nothing good could happen from being a bystander here. She looked across to Yekatarina, moving the corner and covering the Russian, aware she was laser focussed, and a capable breacher.
"So what's your plan when we get to the compound, clamber in somehow?" She asked, wondering out loud a little perhaps, as Sean turned the next corner, then pulling back as he saw a handful of militants come along the alley, pushing back against Hayden and putting his hand up to the rest of the team.

"Shit...incoming." Sean barely uttered it, hearing them chatting among themselves, and very much aware that shit was about to hit the fan. The gang members were coming their way. There must have been at least three, from what he could tell. This could turn into a shitshow fast- two at once might have been capable, but more than that, it was risky. Sean wasn't thinking too much on that, as he took his machete, looking across to Hayden, knowing if they wanted to keep quiet, this might be a better shot. On the corner it would be tough to take them down, and it wasn't even the first time they'd got their knives out either- the P226 spare in hand, he could at least keep it out if they did need to open fire.
"Go for the first, H, I'll nab the next. The girls can have the rest."

The Conflict

Perfect timing Big! I've literally just returned from NZ last night, so it's all good bud.

The Conflict

Bit of a slow post but if anyone wants to collab lemme know!

As an FYI- I'll be AFK from 6th of November to early December due to travelling.